Sewing badly (Larch Day, 17th of Germination, Year 228)

With the new directive to wear a face covering when out in public, I have gone into my small stash of fabric looking for quilting cottons that I can make into masks.

I am buy no means great at sewing, though I've made linings for felted bags I've made; I'm competent enough, and I found two yards of the pig print I'd saved for lining a felted pig-shaped bag that I've had half finished forever. I can can certainly sacrifice most of it to turn out a few masks.

But first, I've found a flora print that will be the prototype mask; I'm reasonably certain it's 100% cotton, which is the recommended fiber.

I've also found my lucet, with the cording I made in the hope of making my own shoelaces (I couldn't find any short enough for a particular pair of shoes!), that might work as ties for the mask.

Wish me luck.

Listening to vintage radio gets weird sometimes

Tonight, I'm listening to an episode of Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar... and apparently Alan Reed was a guest actor this episode, because I'm like "why am I hearing Fred Flinstone deny that he had his warehouse burned down for the insurance money...?"